Christine. Head of the synthetic-biological sciences wing at the Hatchetfield CCRP complex. Icon from Nase_Nikyuu's picrew.
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im the most unique and interesting mad scientist in this secure government facility
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Noted. We will not intrude, then. I won’t pretend I’m not relieved. This little lurking den of the supernatural is a frightening idea, especially considering that no one seems to have known of it beforehand. I will begin documentation for it personally. Anything you think would be of note for us, or of concern, please do report. This seems to present an entire contained ecosystem of the type of anomalies we work to contain.
Stay safe in there, Elfie. If you do find yourself in peril...I would not hesitate to send a fully armed force to crack this Gardener open to retrieve you. And destroy deal with the consequences.
I’m beginning to grow skin over the wing-like bone growths, and what’s particularly odd is that it appears to be already decomposing. So I’m somehow growing dead flesh from dead flesh. And technically, nothing should be growing or decomposing, considering I’m a disembodied spirit! This is all very, very interesting . . .
@ccrp-bio, what do you think? Also, are you doing alright?
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I am doing fine. Our doctors have restored most mobility to my limbs, despite the--in fairness, quite neat--wounds inflicted by Him. With some experimental mobility aids from the cybernetics department, I should be at full physical efficiency again within a few days. Mentally...we will see. At least that slime no longer stains my words, though...I think some still remains under my nails. No matter how I try and scratch it out.
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Oh! Goodness. That is a...disgusting horrific ah, remarkable development. Yes, Chaos Entities do seem to have an affinity for mutilating the poor people they take into their lairs. I am lucky He chose not to force me into that painted wooden skin as he did Baker.
I will update your specimen employee file accordingly. Tell me, do you wish to leave this Entity’s domain? We can certainly send a team to investigate and extract you, as you did for me. You may still retain your position here at CCRP, as well, even in such an inhuman shape. You are owed that much and more for your dedication.
Roberts...I will run that name through our records. See what I can come up with. I don’t appreciate any Entity making a habit of ensnaring my employees.
I’m beginning to grow skin over the wing-like bone growths, and what’s particularly odd is that it appears to be already decomposing. So I’m somehow growing dead flesh from dead flesh. And technically, nothing should be growing or decomposing, considering I’m a disembodied spirit! This is all very, very interesting . . .
@ccrp-bio, what do you think? Also, are you doing alright?
#I will not speak to this Gardener. I have...learned that lesson. I do not ever want to speak with any of Them#not after how pathetic I became in His labyrinth...begging..pleading...promising. Never again.
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Oh, Elfie...In my recovery, I had not heard what happened to you. The doctors said something, but I...did not want to hear. To know how deep my debt to you is carved. But at least you are not in His hands. It is excellent that you are still conscious. Tell me, what is your condition now?
I’m beginning to grow skin over the wing-like bone growths, and what’s particularly odd is that it appears to be already decomposing. So I’m somehow growing dead flesh from dead flesh. And technically, nothing should be growing or decomposing, considering I’m a disembodied spirit! This is all very, very interesting . . .
@ccrp-bio, what do you think? Also, are you doing alright?
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I do not secrete, Pokotho. Do not be any more disgusting than your nature makes you. I am a human. And I do not go to Beanie’s. I know what goes on there. I go to Starbucks.
No, it- I do not wish to recall this. But I will. My mind is strong enough now, I think. You brought me to your labyrinth. You restrained me with strings. I struggled, I was…choked with fear. In the blue darkness, with you looming above, furious and triumphant, I…could not help but imagine my worst fears, of infection and contamination without cure. And then it began, slick and horrible, in my mouth and nose and lungs...
I…thought you might have read my mind. I am relieved that this is not the case. But disturbed that you do not have an answer.
i do not wish to comment this on her post, as she would almost certainly react with hostility, but why was there slime in christine’s stomach? i do not . . . secrete slime anymore. i “only” put strings through her bones, and i was very neat about it. there was absolutely no . . . slime involved on my end. i questioned harmony, and bun does not seem to know anything about this . . .
#unless this is some further psychological torment…but I do not think you have the capacity for that.#ooc of COURSE this white bitch goes to Starbucks are you kidding me#also. perhaps she has some kind of fucked up underlying fear related gift? maybe I don’t know! unless you have plans for the mystery gloop#because she would haaate that
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Hah…he really did not monitor me there, other than to savor my pain when he tugged on my strings, I assume. All of my hopeless reports…my furious declarations of what I was experiencing…he was not even watching.
I suppose that is his brother’s business.
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…clearly you do not pay much attention to your captives. Frankly, I had assumed the slime was part of your torture. It was certainly the worst part. I was…infested with it from the moment you dragged me into your labyrinth. I was dripping with it. Disgustingvile. Itstill makesme wretch.
Though…in hindsight it is strange that none of the musical effects ever manifested. I did not think clearly enough to concern myself with that during my time there.
Do you keep…inert stores of it within the labyrinth? Or was it just your little hell’s manifestation of my own fears that bubbled in my throat?…I suppose my fear of being corrupted is no longer any secret to you.
i do not wish to comment this on her post, as she would almost certainly react with hostility, but why was there slime in christine’s stomach? i do not . . . secrete slime anymore. i “only” put strings through her bones, and i was very neat about it. there was absolutely no . . . slime involved on my end. i questioned harmony, and bun does not seem to know anything about this . . .
#god you really are out of control. aren’t you Pokotho#ooc she is…still too cold with dread and fear to lash out at voice like she would have#she is defaulting to her Talking to a shitty fellow researcher script
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A…status report. I am…alive. In my own body. I do not know if that is fortunate or not, given the many…holes in it. I cannot move at the moment. But someone has attached some kind of painkilling drip, begun a blood transfusion, and…applied tourniquets. It is the first time I have felt relatively numb since…my arrival in that place.
I am told my stomach was pumped, at my frantic requests, though I do not remember it. There are sacs of blue-ish slime being chilled in a medical freezer across the room. It is comforting to have visual confirmation that it is out of me. Whatever amount was not…ugh…absorbed by my body, of course.
I can feel myself losing consciousness again. It is so nice to be able to just…lie here. Not suspended by my own flesh, jerked around, never resting, always tensing and twisting to chase just a little less pain…it really was hell.
I will resume my work and more…professional updates as soon as I can. Thank you, to Elfie and the employees who joined faer on the mission. We will fix this.
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Thank you thank you thank you Elfie Doctor Merlot thank you thank you god thank you- wait- where are you...
it is...near impossible to move at this point, without the strings, but I believe I was pushed out of the labyrinth. there are tiles underneath me. I apologize for staining..them...unprofessional. I think I need...medical atten
hunh . . . ? wuh . . .
when did i get so . . . tired? why are they taking my puppets . . . ?
wait.
@elfiemerlot
this was all a trick, was it not? you at ccrp really are idiots. did you really think you could deceive me?
Apparently they can. Both of the tortured ones are . . . pretty much out of the labyrinth already, I believe, along with the other CCRP researchers. How did fae convince me to open the door for them . . . ?
#ooc if it is NOT clear by now christines biggest tic is repeating herself ehe#if she is stuck/panicked/doesn't know what to say she is just chanting#also she has fully passed out<3
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Anything. Anything to be clear of this place. Thank you, Doctor...Merlot.
Hey, er, @singularvoice? Some of my coworkers and I have decided we want to become puppets, actually. It seems fun! I’ll DM you our location, and you can come and pick us up.
@ccrp-bio @hbaker-burning It’s happening!!! We’ve exorcised the necromancy apparatus and we’re getting you out of there!!!!!! I’m typing this part like this so it resembles Pokotho’s writing, which will discourage the Singular Voice from reading it.
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Oh yes, I did read your tags. I’m actually quite curious about the properties of this...memory solution. Though real coffee would also be appreciated.
I am scared I will never get this taste out of my mouth.
Hey, er, @singularvoice? Some of my coworkers and I have decided we want to become puppets, actually. It seems fun! I’ll DM you our location, and you can come and pick us up.
@ccrp-bio @hbaker-burning It’s happening!!! We’ve exorcised the necromancy apparatus and we’re getting you out of there!!!!!! I’m typing this part like this so it resembles Pokotho’s writing, which will discourage the Singular Voice from reading it.
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God I miss coffee. Maybe I can...take you up on your offer when I return. Or at least get a sample.
Hey, er, @singularvoice? Some of my coworkers and I have decided we want to become puppets, actually. It seems fun! I’ll DM you our location, and you can come and pick us up.
@ccrp-bio @hbaker-burning It’s happening!!! We’ve exorcised the necromancy apparatus and we’re getting you out of there!!!!!! I’m typing this part like this so it resembles Pokotho’s writing, which will discourage the Singular Voice from reading it.
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I…I feel…for the integrity of my report…that I should not lose too much of my memory. However, as much as it unsettles me to think of some little freak a…creature…consuming my mind…I would love to forget the feeling of The Goo within me. The contamination…seeping…it is the worst part.
If you are able to work precisely, then I would consent to this.
Hey, @elfiemerlot! Long time no see, as they say! So I've been seeing your posts about getting your two friends out of Voice's place, and I thought that because they've prolly witnessed a ton of bad stuff there, and it could make them feel really bad otherwise, you could take them to my place and I could nibble away at the memories they don't want! I think that's a good deal, right? Haha I'm such a clever lil dude...
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You still retain a soul, a consciousness. We can use that. You will be recovered, Harley Baker. They will come for us. They will come for us.
Alright. I . . . I think I have a plan. @ccrp-bio, @hbaker-burning, let me know when both of you are ready.
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I see. I would prefer to remain in my suffering as I am now, rather than be...altered any further. I...appreciate that you provided a choice.
Alright. I . . . I think I have a plan. @ccrp-bio, @hbaker-burning, let me know when both of you are ready.
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